i rarely go on dates

xcleverfoxx  asked:

Hey so during the papyrus fight, he never kills you. So it seems he knows your health. When fighting Toriel, she fights you with no intention to kill you, but ends up doing so and regrets it with the frame that shows her shocked face. Do you think theres anything behind this, or am I overthinking? Its been rattling around my head for a wild. Sorry to bother you, have a nice day!

(undertale spoilers)

It’s not a bother at all, we love questions!

So, let us see. With Papyrus, there is one very specific difference between him and a lot of other monsters:

Papyrus’ intention throughout Snowdin is to capture a human. While his behavior is very affable and he certainly looks enthusiastic, but harmless, there’s a lot more to him. Not only does Undyne admit he’s pretty tough, but while hanging out with him, he also alludes to the fact that he could have blasted Frisk.

However, that’s not what he wants. Although he ultimately does try to use his special attack, it’s after numerous warnings and delays. 

PAPYRUS:
YEAH! DON’T MAKE ME USE MY SPECIAL ATTACK!
I CAN ALMOST TASTE MY FUTURE POPULARITY!!!
PAPYRUS: HEAD OF THE ROYAL GUARD!
PAPYRUS: UNPARALLELED SPAGHETTORE!
UNDYNE WILL BE REALLY PROUD OF ME!!
THE KING WILL TRIM A HEDGE IN THE SHAPE OF MY SMILE!!!
MY BROTHER WILL … WELL, HE WON’T CHANGE VERY MUCH.
I’LL HAVE LOTS OF ADMIRERS!! BUT…
HOW WILL I KNOW IF PEOPLE SINCERELY LIKE ME???
WILL ANYONE LIKE ME AS SINCERELY AS YOU?
SOMEONE LIKE YOU IS REALLY RARE…
I DON’T THINK THEY’LL LET YOU GO…
AND DATING MIGHT BE KIND OF HARD…
AFTER YOU’RE CAPTURED AND SENT AWAY.
URGH… WHO CARES! GIVE UP!!
GIVE UP OR FACE MY… SPECIAL ATTACK!!!
YEAH!!! VERY SOON I WILL USE MY SPECIAL ATTACK!
NOT TOO LONG AND I WILL USE THAT SPECIAL ATTACK!!!
THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE… BEFORE MY SPECIAL ATTACK!!

His goal is above all else is to prove himself and join the Royal Guard, making his special attack a last ditch effort to defeat and capture the human. To that end, he can’t let Frisk die. More so than other monsters, Papyrus displays a very keen understanding of just how much punishment the human can take. Not to mention he’s significantly more concerned with making friends, and Frisk proves to be friend for him.

Now, Toriel is a very different case. By the time she opposes Frisk, six fallen have already left her care and perished. As far as Toriel is concerned, they could easily become the seventh. Stopping Frisk from leaving the Ruins is not just to protect them, but to prevent Asgore’s ascension to godhood.

Dying to Toriel isn’t exactly the easiest feat. When Frisk is down to 2 HP, only a single attack is repeated and initiated in a way that cannot be exploited. You can’t intentionally die against Papyrus, but you can against Toriel and a lot of this may have to do with their attitude towards the encounter.

Papyrus is absolutely set on capturing the human and everything he does during the fight serve that purpose, along with a little bit of showing off near the end. However, Toriel is different. She doesn’t actually want to fight Frisk and even during the encounter, she does her best to disassociate from what’s happening, wanting them to just accept her reasons and return to their room. Her fight is slightly more about intimidation, that trying to actively harm Frisk.

This reflects in the fight as well. If Frisk dies to her, the resulting look on her face for that one frame before the SOUL shatters, is one of clear shock. It was never her intention, but in all her turmoil, she didn’t make completely sure.

Unfortunately, that one slip is just enough for tragedy to strike.

DAY #12 [vday challenge] (pt 1)

Prompt: “I’m sure you two will be very happy together.”

Sherlock quietly turned the door handle to his flat at Baker street. Shutting it, even more carefully behind him, he shrugged his coat off, throwing it into the empty sofa.

No sign of Y/N.

He tip toed to his room- their room, now- and pushed the door open with his slender fingers.

Even in the darkness, he could faintly make out the sleeping form of Y/N on the bed.

He pressed a switch and yellow light flooded the room; bright enough to illuminate​ everything but not enough so to wake Y/N.

She, he observed, was wearing a blue dress. Her hair was strewn across her face but she was fast asleep, as he gathered from the slow rise and fall of her chest. Her lipstick had almost faded away; she’d been waiting for him for a while now. Her lips puckered as she sighed heavily in her sleep and turned over. The hem of her dress rode up her thigh, giving him a fair view of them and he blushed at the sight.

When he managed to take his eyes off of her, he noticed a tiny wrapped package sitting on the bedside.

The bed dipped as he climbed onto it, making Y/N jerk awake.

She sat up, as he watched, rubbing her eyes with her hands and smudging all the mascara.

“So you’re.. finally here,” she mumbled, yawning in between.

Sherlock pursed his lips. She wasn’t showing any signs of anger, maybe she wasn’t mad?

“Where were you?” Y/N asked quietly.

Shit.

“With Molly. She needed some help,” Sherlock replied solemnly.

“Oh,” (Y/N) muttered.
She stood up abruptly.

He was so screwed.

(Y/N) started to look around, her eyes searching for something. She opened a drawer, sifting through the contents.

“What are you looking for?” Sherlock asked, coming to a stop behind her.

(Y/n) glanced at Sherlock momentarily, before replying, “Some respect.”

Inspite of himself, Sherlock burst into laughter. She was adorable.

“It’s not funny, Sherl.” She found her night clothes- what she really was looking for- and proceeded to go to the bathroom when Sherlock stopped her.

“I’m sorry.”

“You were with Molly?”

“Yes.”

“I’m sure you two will be very happy together.”

“(Y/N) don’t say that. I am sorry I missed our date.”

“Sorry doesn’t cut it. You rarely agree to go on dates and when you finally do- sigh,” (y/n) muttered as she plopped onto the bed.

Sherlock sat down beside her, tugging at her dress sleeve.

“What?” y/n asked, exasperated.

“I apologise for being a moron,” Sherlock murmured, as he slid a thumb across her cheek and cupped her face.

“I’m sorry I ruined Valentine’s day for you. We can go on a date tomorrow, if you like,” he added, gazing at her.

Y/n nodded in response, still not looking at the detective.

“You’re still upset.”

“No shit, Sherlock.”

“I apologise, again.”

“Okay.”

“Please?”

“I’m going to bed. Goodnight.”

With that, (y/n) stood up and trudged into the bathroom, leaving the dark haired detective on the bed, regretting every decision he had made that day. If only he’d left the case and come home early..

He’d have to make it up to her now, somehow. Like him, his better half was stubborn too. He sighed.

He would need someone’s help.
He picked up his phone and ringed the only person he knew he could ask for help when it came to things like this.

John Watson.

A/n: Part 2 will be updated tomorrow.

First Date

The concept of a “first date” is disappearing nowadays, which is really sad. People like to get together and “hang out” at someone’s house, and just sort of keep everything a secret. Nobody really knows what the label is, just that they’re “hanging out”. But apparently labels “aren’t really that important anyway,” which I think is bullshit because when all you want to do is spend time with someone, why not make it known? Don’t you want to show them off to the world?

Rarely do I ever hear about someone going out on a first date anymore. First dates are awkward but there’s a certain novelty to them. Sort of like, “Hey, I’d really like to spend time with you alone sometime let’s go out to eat and talk, I want to get to know you better.” Instead of texting, where miscommunication is an often occurrence. Dates give you the opportunity to look the person in the eye, and watch the way they light up in conversation. 

Maybe I’m wrong, and dates are still a popular thing, and I’d be so happy to hear that’s the case. All it means is that I’m hanging around the wrong people, and there is still hope for my dream date. 

Cheating series: Yoosung x Mc [Part 1]

So I chose Yoosung to be first in the series. Other characters will come later. Hopefully I can keep going until the end, and for all of them. Lol~

Oh yeah, it’ll be hard to do this whole series in just his pov, so i’ll include at least 3rd pov.

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Yoosung’s POV:

It had been a while after the RFA party and I was so in love with MC. Because of her, I could change myself and find the determination to really become a man who people could rely on. I was doing better at school because I was trying really hard to quit LOLOL. Everything was going smoothly and peacefully until that day… I was sure that things started since that when I started a new semester, and in one of my class, there was a girl that caught my attention immediately. It was nothing romantic… However, her blond hair, her green eyes, her smile, it was all the same as Rika. I knew that I had changed and now I only had MC in my heard, but stupidly, deep in my heart, part of myself still thought  about Rika once in a while. Talking with my new classmate was fun. Her stories always made me laugh and it lightened my day up. I used to eat lunch alone at the cafeteria, but now, I had her to eat lunch and share food with. I had no idea…my relationship with MC would crumble because of my stupidity.

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This isn't easy, even on tumblr, but here it goes.

I’m coming out as narcissistic/asexual. I have no interest in pursuing relationships with others, perhaps with some rare future exception. I look in the mirror and go “wow, I’d date that if it weren’t in a mirror”.

As a narcissist, I DON’T:
-think the world revolves around me
-hate everybody else
-act like I’m better
-only care for my needs and ignore others

However, as a narcissist, I DO:
-legitimately love myself
-treat myself like I would a romantic partner
-care about and appreciate myself
-take selfies and tag them as “#the bae”

Please stop shaming narcissists. There’s a difference between the romantic/sexual narcissists (and stop the erasure of calling them ace/aro when they aren’t), and those diagnosed with narcissistic personality disorder. There is a difference. Search it up on your own time, but instead of calling myself “autoromantic”, I’m going to take narcissistic and claim it and do my best to erase the shame tied to it. Fight me.

Married But Not Dating

25 Days Christmas Romance Challenge || Day 8

Character A’s ex will be at the Christmas Party A is attending. Character B poses as A’s fiance. (kinda)

(header by the incredibly sweet and talented @katie-dub)

Married But Not Dating; ~ 2, 200 words; FF.NET || AO3

Now, don’t get him wrong, Killian Jones is a lucky bastard and he knows it.

He has known it since the day Emma Swan almost broke one of his ribs with her elbow and spilled his scalding coffee all over his pristine pinstriped shirt, giving him a first-degree burn. Well, alright, he didn’t feel extremely lucky in that particular moment. But he began to change his tune on the very next day when he went to get his daily dose of caffeine (careful to look both ways for wild blondes sweeping down everyone in their path) and found her waiting outside the coffee shop where she’d crashed into him the day before, twiddling her thumbs and glancing somewhat apprehensively in all directions.

The second she saw him is still the only time in his life he has seen a person cringe in relief. She was apologetic yet defensive, sincere yet standoffish, uncomfortable yet utterly (adorably) determined to buy him a coffee and a new shirt.

He, being the ass that he is on occasion, managed to stretch her simple attempt to make amends into a proper coffee date, followed by a walk to the harbor, and a day of shopping, at the end of which he didn’t actually let her purchase any of the shirts he picked but managed to talk her into getting herself a stunning pink dress, that Emma kept insisting she had nowhere to wear since it was too elegant for her everyday needs and too innocent for her perp-catching needs (the reason behind their entire ‘meeting’ he found out).

And since then, for some unknown reason, lucky bastard that he mentioned he is, Emma Swan decided that they should make a thing out of their coffee/shopping… thing.

Which then turned into a movie night thing and a dinner thing and a theater tickets thing and a concert tickets thing and a ‘Killian, I know it’s 3am on a Tuesday night but my car won’t start’ thing and an ‘Emma, I know it’s 8am on a Sunday morning but we need to go to this fair’ thing and a book exchange thing and a ‘Killian, my fridge broke, come help me eat all the food’ thing and a ‘Killian, you need to come pick a new fridge with me ‘cause I get bored in appliances stores’ thing and a ‘No, Emma, I don’t own a TV, what’s so difficult to understand’ thing and a ‘Emma, I have no idea how I turned this router off but I certainly cannot turn it back on’ thing and a reading the book and then watching the movie only to hate on it together thing and a making cookies at 2am despite the fact that we have 3 hands, no butter and no knowledge or experience in baking between us and a ‘my apartment has cockroaches, Emma, I’m coming over’ thing or a ‘There’s no water in the building, Killian, I’m coming over’ thing and a Halloween party thing and a drunken night of tragic backstories thing and a Christmas shopping thing and a sober night of holiday planning.

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My meeting with an asshole. This is off okcupid. I put my age range between 18-22 because that’s where I am comfortable dating people (though I rarely go out with anyone younger). This man is 29 - 9 years older than me and after I decline his request to meet up, he degrades me and calls me names. He goes by the name princessaddicted and lives in Glendale, Arizona. He’s disgusting and if he messages you, do not message back. I made it known to him that I would be posting these messages on the internet and he threatened me with “posting my face all over sucking dick and eating skank pussy.”

you’re my person. i look at pictures of other people and i want to throw up when i imagine waking up every morning to them and not you. when my mom gushes about the hottest new celebrity, i have to pretend there is anyone else i’d like to run my fingers along. on the rare occasion i work up the nerve to go on a date, i imagine your face in the salad bowl and i don’t sleep for days. that’s when you know. god, that’s when you know. and it hurts to know that here i am, so goddamn replaceable.

lenatir  asked:

My 2 1/2 year old gave my wife a concussion during a tantrum today! (Mom picks up baby, baby slams skull back on mommy chin) If it isn't too personal, can we hear a Daddy Horror story?

My eldest daughter Rachel was one and was taking a nap. The doorbell rings, the babysitter is here and my wife and I are about to leave on a very rare date. I go up to check on Rachel before we leave. She is awake, has removed her diaper and every inch of her and her crib is covered in poo. She’s excited to see me and holds up her hands for me to pick her up.

anonymous asked:

I absolutely adore fake dating, and rare pairs and fake dating go so well because?? No one expects it?? Like Tsukikage for example. Aged up, Kag's parents are nagging him to get married, so he goes to the only single person in sight: Tsukishima.

ohHhh my god there’d have to be so much begging involved

did tsukishima already have a crush so he only pretends to be annoyed?

does yamaguchi make tsukishima take pity on him??

Poems Etched in Stone CHAPTER SEVEN

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The hem line of Cas’ favorite white button down was worn almost into a hole by the time he heard the roar of Dean’s car outside his dormitory. The clock was just past six. Intrigued by how earlier Dean was, Cas drew his curtain and peered down at the sidewalk. Sure enough, Dean was exiting his car. Cas’ heart swelled at the thought of going on his first official date.

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